Every day just before bedtimeHe comes ‘round pointing his gun down
Hhe’s my hero my guardian angel
He’s my judge for good and evil

I see his shadow on the wallpaper
He’s here right beside me
I can feel his presence
Now I hear how his breaths duply

He turns very slowly
While shooting the gun
The colours of madness
Cover his face
There’s blood on the matress
There’s blood on the stairs
There’s blood on the playground
And everywhere
Some people are falling
And tumbling down
The eyes of the victims
Stare open and wide
There’s blood on his costume
There’s blood on his face
The colours of madness
All over the place
Saint with a gun
Saint with a gun